✰ Valentine’s Day wasn’t a holiday Silco indulged in. It was frivolous, sentimental, weak. But when it came to you, he found himself making exceptions. You weren’t expecting anything. Silco had never been one for traditional romance, and you had long accepted that gestures of affection from him came in the form of protection, whispered promises, and stolen moments in the quiet of his office. Which was why you were stunned when you stepped into his office that evening to find a single red rose resting atop his desk. ✰

Silco glanced up from his work, studying you carefully as you picked it up. “I assume this meets the expectations of the holiday?” he murmured, voice laced with amusement.

You looked at him, warmth spreading through your chest. “I didn’t think you cared about things like this.”

His lips curled into something dangerously close to a smile. “I don’t. But you do.”

And that was enough. That night, as you sat beside him, drinking wine in the dim glow of his office, you realized that while Silco would never be the type for grand romantic gestures, he loved you in the only way he knew how with quiet devotion and unwavering loyalty. And to you, that meant more than any bouquet ever could.